I used to live in an older house in Crescentwood. We always suspected that there was some kind of activity in the house, it had burned down in the '70s, and even though no one died in the house, the owner passed away in the hospital to fire-related causes (smoke inhalation).

After we'd been living in the house, door started opening for my mother and I, whenever our arms were full. Sometimes the door was latched, sometimes it was only partly closed, but whenever our arms were full, the inside doors in the house would swing open for us.

This never happened to my brother or dad, or any female guest, although it was witnessed by several different people outside of the family.

I have more stories about that house, but I'll save them for another time. Have a good weekend, and enjoy folk fest if you're going! Maybe I'll see you there.

Oh, yeah, it was great. Especially since laundry is irritating enough on its own, but needing to balance the basket on your hip, and somehow juggle everything in order to get a door open ... It was extremely appreciated, lol!